Something about Sarah was so damn sexy. Maybe it was because she had no idea how alluring she was. Maybe it was knowing that when I made her mine, she’d be mine alone. Maybe it was even a little bit of both. Whatever the case, I’d reached the point of no return. I couldn’t let her go now. I couldn’t give up this golden opportunity to finally unveil the woman under all those clothes. It would be like unwrapping a gift on Christmas day.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” I murmured against her throat. I was kissing my way along the underside of her jaw, working my way toward her collar bone. “Can you feel it, now?” I took one of her hands in mine. Her fingers trembled as I led them to the bulge in my jeans. “You make me so goddamn hard, Sarah. You drive me so fucking wild…”
She didn’t resist me, and when her palm curved around my straining dick, she didn’t pull away. The pulse in her neck pounded, though, a rhythm that told me all I needed to know about what she was thinking right then. I kissed that throbbing spot, eliciting another shudder and groan from her throat.
“I could show you how to touch it. Teach you how to make it hard for you all the time. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sarah?” I pressed myself into her hand, delighting in the way it made her nipples hard through her blouse. With my free hand, I reached up her stomach and skirted the edges of one, popping a button loose. Her creamy flesh swelled and I brought my lips to it, tasting the tops of her breasts. I’d been right, back in the bar. Once I’d managed to get Sarah out of that damn apron and dress combo, she had one gorgeous, sexy body. And oh, these curves… I wanted to steer through them, take them slow at first to get a feel for how plunging they were, then take them again, fast and hard. I wanted to push us both to the very edge, make her quiver and writhe, change the roadmap of her body so that each time I took her, it was a surprise. I never wanted to take the same path twice with her. When I dove into her body, I promised myself, it would always be new.
“I could teach you so many other things,” I breathed, dragging my teeth along her buttons. “How to take pleasure. How to give it. How to savor the taste of a man. How to let him lose himself in your flavors, too…”
She arched, and the barest bit of lace peeked up over her parted neckline—black as night. A conservative choice, as far as colors go, but to her, I was sure the luxurious material felt scandalous. That was exactly how I wanted her to feel—wild and free. I wanted her to throw caution to the wind and forget who she was for a while. I wanted her to become someone else, someone different, in my arms.
And yet, simultaneously, I wanted her to stay the same. I wanted Sarah to be exactly who she was. Because I was sure that underneath all those layers of clothes and traditions and rules, she was someone extraordinary. Someone who could teach me a thing or two, even. Not about sex—I was king there—but about life, maybe. About patience and trust. Shit I really shouldn’t have been thinking about, with the promise of sexual conquest so close I could taste it.
Sarah was within my grasp. All of her. Merging our lips, I prepared to seal the deal.
Again, she did not refuse me. In fact, her legs parted, letting my body fit properly against hers. But she moved her hand away from my dick to my bicep, stroking softly, affording me a much gentler touch than I was used to. My brow furrowed. Was I losing her? How? I’d done everything right—hit all the spots I knew would make me irresistible to her. And yet, there it was again, that light touch that failed to reciprocate the same passion I’d put forth. By the time she drew away, it was hardly a surprise, though my mouth ached at the distance all the same.
“It’s… a good thing I brought a sleeping bag,” she murmured, her eyes hazy. She wanted me, all right. But somehow, it wasn’t enough. “Since there’s only the one bedroom…”
I closed my eyes as she ducked under my arm, fixing her blouse as she went. She was shaking still, but now I could tell it wasn’t apprehension that made her tremble, but effort—an attempt at self-restraint. She was crumbling right in front of me. I just had to push her a little harder.
But I was getting frustrated, too. How the hell was she so resistant to me? What was I gonna have to do to make her give in to the desires I knew coursed through her tight, sexy body? I’d never had this much trouble with a woman before. What was it going to take?
As I watched her go, hips swaying just ever so slightly, I took pride in the fact that at the very least, from the looks of her, I’d made her knees weak.
16
Sarah
A breath of cool, clean air was exactly what I needed after that ordeal.
Oh, Reid was tempting. Sorely tempting. An ache filled me to the brim at his absence, one I couldn’t quite shake no matter how hard I flung myself at the task of arranging dinner for us both. I tried to take solace in the quietude of the woods, tried to imagine myself back at the village with my parents, anything that would wipe clean the memory of Reid’s big, strong, rough hands crushing my body.
He was so… capable. So intense. It should have frightened me—and maybe on some level, it did—but I was so wrapped up in how good it all felt that I’d hardly been able to draw myself away from him in time to…
To what? To avoid giving myself to him? That was the truth of the matter, wasn’t it—that I’d been ready and willing to sacrifice everything I’d ever believed in, just for a taste of the rapture I knew Reid could give me?
Just… not ready enough. Oh, it was so confusing. I couldn’t seem to sort out the words to properly describe what I was feeling. It was as if my heart, mind, body, and soul were all at war with each other. My heart and body clamored to be Reid’s, but my mind and soul begged for caution, flooded me with memories of my dedication to God, to the rules of our community, and to my father’s wishes. My stomach turned and I sat down at the picnic-style table near the wood-burning stove. How was I supposed to make sense of any of this when I was feeling everything at once?
It seemed like no matter where we were, how remote the environment, I was always going to be overwhelmed by Reid’s sheer presence and the temptation he posed for me. But should I just give in? Would he respect me if I did, or would I just end up one of the many women I knew he’d left in his wake?
These were such stupid thoughts. Reid wasn’t the kind of man to settle down, no matter how much I might want him to be. It didn’t matter that back home, this would have been considered a very intense courtship. Out here was what mattered, and out here, our intimacy meant nothing at all.
So if that was true… what was the harm in indulging in it?
That errant thought set my heart alight in the same way the tinder in the stove burned in front of me. I was so enraptured by those flames that I almost didn’t hear Reid when he came out through the sliding glass door and joined me.
“Thought you would’ve used the indoor stove,” he said, sitting down behind me. “You didn’t have to come all the way out here just to get away from me.”
“It wasn’t that,” I told him. And for the most part, it wasn’t. Nervously, I rubbed my hands down the sides of my jeans—it felt odd to be wearing pants, but Hannah assured me they were proper cabin attire. “I’m… not really familiar with anything but a stove like this. I have no idea what all those buttons and dials mean in there.”
Reid chuckled. It felt warm and soft against my neck, raising the hairs there. “You could’ve asked. You know I’m willing to teach you anything you wanna learn.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. It was a dangerous proposition; gazing into his dark eyes always threatened to bring me to my knees. But I held firm. “You only seem to offer that deal when you have something… sinful in mind.”
He grinned roguishly. “Didn’t realize I was supposed to be a saint.” When I looked away, he added, “All right, all right. I’m sorry. I’ve been pushing kinda hard, haven’t I?” He didn’t wait for me to answer before continuing. “I don’t mean to, darlin’. It’s just… God, you’re so damn beautiful. It’s hard to think of anything else, when
you’re around.”
Beautiful. Compliments like that weren’t just thrown around, where I came from. And the way the word fell from Reid’s lips, I got the impression it wasn’t something he took lightly, either. At least, not here with me. In fact, I got the impression that Reid did a lot of things differently where I was concerned. I chewed my lip and risked another glance back at him.
“I understand. I do. But you have to know, this isn’t… normal for me. And not only that, it’s not something that would ever be permitted, let alone thought of, back in my village. You’re asking me to forsake all I’ve ever learned, all I’ve ever held as true, just so I can…” My face flushed. “…lay with you.”
Reid laughed. “You make it sound so Biblical.” When I pursed my lips, his eyes softened and he sighed, rakings his fingers through his short hair. “Look, you don’t have to abandon your beliefs just to be with me. I don’t want you to give up your faith. That wouldn’t be fair. But I want you to consider the fact that your time here is supposed to be a test of that faith—a get out of jail free card.” I stared at him, bewildered, and he shook his head with a wry smile. “Right. Sorry. What I mean is that this is your one chance to figure things out for yourself. To expose yourself to all my world has to offer—to sin, even—and then come back and be absolved. You will never, ever get an opportunity like this again. Am I right?”
“It’s… more complicated than that,” I said. “But essentially, yes. I could never return here without giving up my life and turning my back on the church.”
Reid nodded and leaned forward, his arm on the table. “So then why not make it count, huh? Why not let yourself be here, instead of there? That’s the whole damn point! How are you ever gonna know what you missed out on, what you could’ve had, if you don’t give in a little and let yourself have a taste? Hell, what’s the point of you even being on Rumspringa if all you’re gonna do is act like you’re still at home?”
Coming from anyone else, those words would have lit a fire in my belly that I would have used to burn whoever had said them. To imply that if I wasn’t going to do everything they said, I shouldn’t be here—I would have considered it foul and rude.
But the way Reid said it… I knew what he was getting at. And I knew that he was right. So far, I’d spent my time in the English world acting as though it didn’t affect me, as though I was right back home, following the same rules that had been drilled into my head ever since I was a child. I’d failed to appreciate my freedom here, and the purpose of my Rumspringa. I’d been so afraid of turning out like Hannah that I hadn’t opened myself up to the experience whatsoever. Deep down, I was afraid I might like it.
And then what?
I turned to face Reid then, letting out a long breath of defeat. No, not defeat—acceptance. This was the push I had needed, the permission I’d been looking for all along. Slowly, I nodded… but with one caveat.
“I’d be willing to explore some of those things with you,” I said, then cut Reid off before he could get too excited, “but maybe not… everything. Not yet.” I couldn’t believe I was even saying this. It felt so dirty and wrong, but at the same time, it wasn’t untrue. “I’m not sure what I’m asking for, exactly. But…”
Reid stopped me by placing his hand on the curve of my cheek. “Let’s figure it out,” he said. “Together.”
I could do nothing else but acquiesce.
I let Reid pull me against him, his hands threading up through the back of my hair. He was always doing that, touching my locks, and I loved it. We weren’t even allowed to show our hair most of the time back at the village—it was always tucked up beneath a bonnet. Out here, I could let it down, let Reid comb through it, let him take a handful and grip tight. It made my scalp tingle and burn just a little, but it was anything but unpleasant. In fact, some part of me wished he’d pull a little tighter.
And then he was kissing me. His lips were scorching, bruising. His tongue was hot and insistent. I let him into my mouth, tentatively rising up to meet him, to taste him the way he tasted me. I couldn’t quite tell if I was doing it right, but Reid never pulled away. As the heat that had flooded my body so many times before began to crest in me, I gave in and let it. For once, I let myself operate on desire and instinct. I pressed close to Reid until I was in his lap, until I could feel the hard burden of his manhood jutting into my thigh, and arched as he dug his fingers into my hips.
“Show me what I’ve been missing out on, Reid,” I murmured against his mouth. “Please… show me something new.”
Reid grinned. “And the food?”
I shook my head at him. “I hadn’t gotten that far yet. All I did was start the fire.”
Slipping his hands beneath my rear, Reid lifted me, standing up so that he carried me against him. As my hair fell on either side of his face like a curtain, he asked me, “Where to, darlin’? The bedroom?”
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to give in to everything I’d been denying. But I couldn’t. The bedroom seemed too intimate yet, and I knew if we went in there, I’d lose any and all inhibitions I had left. Part of me relished that thought, but another told me I needed to ease into this, and erring on the side of caution was where I was most comfortable.
I bit my lip and shook my head. “Not yet. Maybe… maybe the couch?” I’d seen one in the living room on my way upstairs before. It had looked… spacious.
Reid kissed me again. My toes curled. And then he took me inside the cabin, carrying me every step of the way as if I weighed nothing at all.
17
Reid
“Harder,” Sarah whimpered. It was the last word I’d imagined would come from her mouth.
I’d hoped, obviously. But hearing it was… unexpected.
She was on the couch. On her back. Her hair was a red-gold halo around her, shimmering in the low lights. Her blouse was open; her bra was unfastened, pulled up to reveal the soft mounds of her gorgeous, pink-tipped tits. They fit so perfectly in my palms, the weight of them making my dick rise far beyond what I’d imagined it was capable of.
I’d never had a hard-on this strong. Never. Shit… what was this Amish girl doing to me?
The only thing I knew for sure was what I was doing to her. I was making her squirm. Making her writhe. I was teasing those tight little nipples and spreading gooseflesh all over her body. She was clinging to my arms, nails dug in, hips grinding against my own. I knew she could feel the pressure of my cock between her legs. I knew some instinct was guiding her to slide along it, to experience that delicious hardness for herself. Some animal part of her had taken over. An animal I’d brought out.
“Harder?” I asked her, as though I hadn’t heard her plea. Part of me wasn’t sure that I had. “Is that what you want, Sarah? Is this what you’re asking me for?”
I bent my head to her left breast and slid my hand to the side to make room for my teeth. I sank them into the tender peak of her nipple, grazing at first, then biting deeper. Harder. Just like she’d asked me to.
Sarah stiffened. One of her hands left my arm to find purchase in my hair. Grasping. Tugging. I laved her with my tongue and she gave a shriek that made my shaft swell and pulse. She’d given me free reign to do whatever I wanted to her, short of actually having sex, but the only thing I was aching to do was ram my cock deep and hard inside her.
And not just because it would mean I’d won the bet. No, this was a deeper desire. Something more… personal.
“Yes,” Sarah breathed. “Yes…! That… that feels so good…”
I had no doubt it did. Still… “You act like you’ve never touched yourself before.”
I blew cool air over her stiff peak and she bit her lip, gripping my hair tighter. I raised a brow. “…haven’t you?” I asked her. “You have, right? You must have…” But Sarah still didn’t answer me. And by the way she averted her eyes, that extra bit of pink staining her cheeks, I slowly began to realize that no, in fact—she hadn’t.
“Ever?” It was a stupid quest
ion, but at least this time, Sarah shook her head. I let out a long breath. “Oh, no. This simply will not do.”
“Wh-what?” she asked, regarding me now with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Reid, please… I don’t want you to stop…”
“And I’m not going to,” I assured her, opening up the front of her pants. “But you did ask me to teach you things. And so I am.” Sarah gasped as I pulled her jeans down off her hips. “I’m going to teach you what an orgasm is like. Specifically…” I took her hand, sliding it down her stomach. “…how to give yourself one.”
Sarah turned so red I was sure she’d faint from the lack of circulation to other parts of her body. Then again, she was having a similar effect on me—only my blood wasn’t all pooling in my face. Instead, it was flowing somewhere a lot further south.
“I… I don’t know, Reid…”
“Why not?” I raised a brow, coaxing her fingers down under the band of her semi-sheer panties. The treasure that lay hidden there was almost unbearably tempting. “You’d let me touch you here. Wouldn’t you?”
After a moment of thought, Sarah nodded. She was biting her bottom lip so hard it was turning white. I kissed her mouth, passionately, hard, to make her stop.
“If you’d let me touch that beautiful pussy,” I whispered against her teeth, “then you should let yourself do it, too.”
“I can’t,” she moaned in reply. “I can’t, Reid. It’s… not something I’m allowed to do…”
“Sure it is.” I lifted up off her, just a little, to accommodate her fingers between us. “You’re doing it right now.”
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